backwards, forwards

(last look at portland for a little while, maybe a long while)

(crater lake before me, state of oregon behind me)

(northern california magic hour from the magic highway 101)

(majestic, magnificent avenue of the giants, smallest feeling self)

(fiery miraculous sky, outskirts of san francisco)

(southern california haze from an endless I-5)

(cloudy, cloudy monument valley, great state of utah)

(sunset over navajo nation, somewhere in arizona)

(sunset over route 66, somewhere in new mexico)

(and finally, the city of atlanta) (home)

across this great country of ours, as told by one humble rearview mirror. who knew it'd have so much to say?